Tonight is the last night that my aunt and uncle and cousins are here. It has been a lovely visit. I haven't gotten to spend as much time as I would have liked tromping around the city with them, but on Sunday we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in the fog, and had spicy hot chocolate at Jacques Torres. We wandered through Prospect Park, and visited the Lefferts Historical Villa and the zoo--yay seals! boo snakes!--and played Trivial Pursuit until one in the morning which made me very happy indeed, only partly because my team won.
But I's tired. I'm sure that my tired does not compare to their tired, seeing as how they're doing way more walking around and staying out til late than me, but I'm not them so I'm just thinking about me right now. Sleep has been just not something I seem to be able to accomplish this past week.
I'm so tired I can barely manage to play Solitaire. Not sure how I'm going to get through the day once I actually have to start, you know, doing stuff.
It's a simultaneous thing: I'm kinda ready for the fam to head home so I can collapse and sleep all day, but then I'm not ready because I'll miss them and it's been wonderful spending so much time with aunts and uncles and cousins that I usually just see for a blur amidst a large group of other aunts and uncles and cousins. I've had such a good time with them.
It's a conundrum.
Only, you know, not because things will happen as they will happen and my degree of readiness will have no impact on the happenings of the things.
That may not have made much sense, but it's not my fault, because you see, I'm tired.